.....A Southern Christmas Secret! Sssssshhh! ! ! Poem by elysabeth faslund

Now you know, I done fixed these heah
Meals a lifetime...mine...
And had ma family round me
Ever yeah...
They say ahm lucky that way,
To have everbody home...
But dontcha know...I'm sure you do...
Ma husband ain't heah,
Ma sista ain't heah,
Ma motha, ma fatha...
But when I give out with ma 'Ya'll
Git yo azzes home now, Christmas
Is in a little while, don't be late to table, '
I can see that front door openin, and
Walkin right in, with those great big
Grins...is love.
Love round ma table...love round ma
Livin room fireplace.
Don't know where they all are rest
Of the yeah...but ma loves all come
Home...ever yeah.
They do that with you too, chile.
You can always see um with your
Eyes of love.
Dontcha know...
I'm sure ya do.